Look who's finally awake for the day! Bleary-eyed, disheveled, and toting a novelty mug reading RISE AND SHINE, BITCHES, Wei Wuxian shuffles over from the bar to the Ninth's table, drawing up a smile as he goes.

"Good morning, Ninth," he offers, along with his traditional bow. "...Afternoon? I think it may be afternoon."

How has he slept for an additional four or five hours and still woken up tired? This seems deeply unfair.